Owl Tree

A tree in front of my house looked like a gaint owl. Well, the gaint owl contained a tree in it. It stood on one of its legs on the ground and one of its eyes opened. It looked densed with leafy fur and feathery patches of leaves. The sun stood behind and top making the leaves of its shoulders shine with striking light. As the owl smiled tree seemed dissappered. The tree appeared as and when the owl dissappered. Owl had two horns which looked like its pointed ears. The owl looked frozen like a statue yet the leaves fluttered in the thin wind of the coastal summer. Every fur danced as the leaves swayed shining in the bright light. The body of the owl created its own darkness from the deeper shadows of the brighter light. So the owl looked darker in the middle compared to its ends. The wings folded into the body and shoulders profiled. While I watched, a woman came and plucked the white jasmines from its body to make a garland. The owl stood by the dark night, waiting to change.